Kipple - The Morning After | Текст песни

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• Kipple
• The Morning After

The thoughts were born, took off by sunday morning
His place in the world was moved by the fear machine
As they drop bombs on the shelters of the hollow men
The spinning globe hides one half of every sin

He found himself in a fight for recognition
Betrayal is worth the price if you can win
The man has cards and he plays them safe and wisely
Until the day, sleazy ways
Becomes a master and a slave
And now he’s lost and dreads the morning after

He got a hundred thousand million reasons
To leave it all behind and catch a flight
A chance to step away from every chaser
He thought he won, the smile put on
But deep inside something is gone
And now he’s lost and dreads the morning after

So now he’s tied to a new full-time occupation
He keeps washing himself every night and day
It’s been so long yet he doesn’t feel any cleaner
He thinks he won, the smile put on
But deep inside something has flown
And now he’s lost and dreads
And now he’s lost and dreads
The morning after